Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CIX

Sonnet CVIII

Sonnet CX

CIX

 O! never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify, As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love: if I have rang'd, Like him that travels, I return again; Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe though in my nature reign'd, All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stain'd,  To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;   For nothing this wide universe I call,   Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all. 

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Sonnet CVIII

Sonnet CX